Lies and Fairweather Friends.

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Friday, June 4, 2010 @ 2:42 AM

Um. I wish I could talk more openly to you.
My body hurts. I want to hug someone so tightly until my knuckles are white,
and I want them to let me hug them for ages. Tell the truth, theres no one who I can hug like that.
I feel like I'm being treated like shit. And I won't tell them that they're doing it, or they'll make a fight. So I'll just act amazingly happy. It's okay, I do it most times anyway.
It's easier to just fake a smile.